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About Thessaloniki

Surprised me though, the quiet. Thought it’d be all moans and chaos, but nah – eerie as fuck. Like that bit in the movie, “That era has passed,” silent as a graveyard. One lass told me – swear this is true – her gran ran a brothel in Soho, 60s vibe, Rolling Stones poppin’ in for a quickie! Mick Jagger shaggin’ in a backroom – imagine that, the strutty prick! Adds a bit of glam, don’t it? Still, it’s a mucky game. Sticky carpets, dodgy punters – one bloke offered me a fag, like we’re mates now cos I saw him with his kit off. “Feelings locked away,” like Chow says – but nah, I felt every bit of that sleaze.

Historical population

First off, I hit the streets of Nea-Artaki, right? The sun was blazing, like it was trying to roast me alive. I strolled down Agiou Nikolaou Street, dodging the usual crowd. You know, the old folks gossiping, kids running around like they own the place. Classic Nea-Artaki vibes.

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